If she was a fruit
She would be a sun ripened peach Born upon the highest branches Untouched by human hands Juicy and sweet yearning to be tasted If she was a book She would be a leatherbound classic Born of great literary minds Kept under lock and key until The right procurer is at hand If she was scent She’d be lavender and vanilla Born from the pureness of nature Kept in satchels near a woman’s breast Leading the right man to her heart If she was an animal She would be a polar bear Born of fierce protection A gentle soul kept under armor Waiting to be released If she was a season She would be mid autumn Born of the cool and crisp mornings Colorful leaves ever changing Waiting for a renewed birth If she was your lover She would be the best Born of passion and desire A paragon of grace and refinement Waiting for you to take her
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